There his loft Wife he mourns in dolefulStrains, And of the Gods and there vain Giftcomplains, The fierce Sithonian Women thus defpis'd, As they the feaft of Bacchus folemniz'd, Full of their God, and boiling with difdain, Scatter'd his bleeding Limbs through all the Plain. From his firm Neck his gory Head thus torn, Down the fwift Stream of rapid Hebrus born, Shriekt out, Ah poor Eurydice, and dy'd, The echoing Banks Eurydice reply'd. This faid,he plung'd into his watry World, About his Head the foaming Billows curl'd. Her anxious Son divine Cyrene chears, Here end thy Grief, fhe faid, and needless Cares: This was the Caufe of all thy Woe,the Crime, For which the Nymphs, Companions of her prime, Whom fhe in facred Dances us'd to lead, Among thy Bees that dire Contagion spread. With Prayers and Sacrifice their Wrath appease: Napaan Nymhs invok'd, forgive with ease. Take four curl'd Bullocks of thy largelt breed, VVhom now the Hills of green Lyceus feed; As many untam'd Heifers; and for thefe Four Altars in their Sacred Temples raise : Then from their wounded Throats let out the Blood, And leave their Bodies in fome fhady Wood. K 4 2004 Soon as the ninth Aurora gilds the Skies, Eurydice, with a Calf newly flain Thou fhalt appeafe, Without delay he goes; All the commands immediately he does: Comes to the Temple,does the Altars raife; Four mighty Bulls of wondrous bulk he flays, As many Heifers that ne'er felt the Yoke, When from the Eaft the ninth Aurora broke: He Worships Orpheus, to the Grove he goes; When lo a ftrange and wondrous Sight arofe. From the Bulls Entrails Bees were found to hum, And met in Swarms from out the putrid Womb: In moving Clouds to the next Tree they go, And hang like cluffer'd Grapes upon a bending Bough. While thus of Plants, Tillage, and Herds I fung, With Cafar's thundring Arms Euphrates rung. Juft Laws he for the willing World ordain'd; By God-like Acts his Claim to Heaven maintain'd. Me all that while proud Naples did embrace, Fam'd for th' inglorious Arts of lazy Peace: Full of the Loves of Shepherds,bold and young, Under the Beechen Shade, thee, Tityrus, I fung. ΟΝ ON THE Happy Corydon and Phillis. Young Coridon and Phillis, & Sat in a lovely Grove, Contriving Crowns of Lillies, e And fomething elfe,but what I dare not name; She ogled fo the Swain, It fav'd her plainly faying, Let's kifs to ease our pain, and fomething else. A thousand times he kist her, Laying her on the Green; He wander'd o'er her Breaft, and Young Young Corydon grown bolder, To fhew you how I Love, and Much fooner than the Swain, From talk they fell to fleeping, On a Lady that did not love H Apples. Appy our Race; and bleffed all Mankind, Had but Eve's Palate been, like yours, (refin'd, Nor meanly ftoop'd, while in her natures Pride, To taste the pooreft Fruit,that Heav'n deny'd, But But nought tempts Woman, more than a (Restraint, Accefs deny, and ftrait on that they're bent; ( dispair Ο Ν FRUITION One, but a Mufe in Love, can tell No When on Calia's Breaft I lye, On |